The good of other times let people state; I think it lucky I was born so late.

Few love what they may have.

Meet the disorder in the outset, the medicine may be too late, when the disease has gained ground through delay.

Thanks are justly due for boons unbought

There are a thousand forms of evil; there will be a thousand remedies.

Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.

Giving calls for genius.